Hey Jakey,

Wow, it's 5 a.m. and you're not even CLOSE to being sleepy. Your daddy and I were so good at keeping you asleep yesterday, it just kinda backfired on us. You've been up every hour on the hour since midnight. You're not really cranky or anything, you just won't sleep. Which means: I don't sleep.

For some reason, between 5 and 7 am lately, I get a 5-minute window of complete and utter adorability from you. You actually laugh and coo. You mimic a couple of my facial expressions. You laugh and coo some more, smile your toofless smile. Then it's like the Veil of Cranky Baby descends over you, and I don't see Lucid You again for 24 hours. Hm, interesting.

I went to see Dr. Shanahan yesterday afternoon for my one last 6-week post-partum visit. It was like the end of an era. I won't see those ladies in that office for baby stuff ever again.

Dr. Shanahan I won't particularly miss. She was kind of a cold fish. I was lucky to have her, I suppose, her being sort of famous and all. I should've gotten her to sign her book, "Your Over-35 Week-by-Week Pregnancy Guide," for me during this last visit, but I forgot. No big loss, I guess. It's all the other ladies in the office that I'll miss. They took pretty good care of you and me, especially Linsey.

BTW, found out yesterday that I'm within 8 lbs of what I weighed before I got pregnant with you. Not too shabby, eh? I'm thinking of going back to Weight Watchers this weekend. Right after my birthday. I was doing so well with it right before you came along.

Well, you seem to be snoozin' pretty good now, so I'll attempt to put you down and see what happens. Love ya.